Sister Pielstick and the call

Some things are better left unopened, and it seems for me that the mission call was one of them. My call had so much potential, and it decide to converge on one reality: Salt Lake Temple Square. I could have been sent anywhere in the world and I get the ‘honor’ of serving in the center of Mormonsville USA… a glorified tour guide. Lovely, there goes all my tracting with the sisters in my ward and the practicing teaching the lessons from Preach My Gospel.
It was hard enough to receive the call, it was harder still to have to convince people that it was actually my mission call. Reminder to self—never open a mission call on April fools day and expect people to actually believe you (especially since you’ve cried engagement the year before).
Before people get irritated at me and say that I am profaning the inspired process that constitutes the mission call—I do not question the call. But one can have a call and not be at all pleased with the results. And considering I think it happens more often than most would like to admit, I think it is good to have other people know that they’re not the only ones who questioned their mission calls before they went but still followed the Lords command a little swifter than Jonah did.